Rosalie.

Sam did not look as if he believed this.

When Rosalie and Carl arrived at their uncle's sheep ranch far up in the
mountains, they were given a warm welcome by their Aunt Janet.

"Your Uncle Jack told me to kiss you for him as he had to go to his
other ranch for a week," said Aunt Janet.

Two days later Rex got his chance to prove his worth. Aunt Janet and
Carl and Rosalie were just finishing their supper when a man from a
neighboring sheep ranch knocked at the door and said that the herder of
Uncle Jack's flock of yearlings had broken his leg and that someone
ought to go for a doctor at once.

[Illustration: Rex gets a chance to prove his worth.]

"Sam must go," said Aunt Janet.

"But who will take care of your sheep to-night, ma'am?" said the
neighbor. "I would do it but I left my flock with my little son and must
return at once."

"Rex will take care of the sheep," said Carl. "I know he will for he
guards anything I ask him to."

"He looks like a sure enough shepherd dog," said the neighbor. "I would
trust him with a flock of my own."

So while Sam was hurrying down the mountain side after the doctor, Carl
and Rosalie went with the neighbor through the woods to the place where
Uncle Jack's flock of yearling sheep were feeding. And Rex went with
them.

"I heard wolves howling last night," said the neighbor. "Your dog will
have to keep close watch to-night."

"Oh, he will sir," said Rosalie.

And sure enough! When Sam went to the sheep in the morning he found not
one of them missing. Nor would Rex allow Sam to go near the sheep until
Carl came out and called him away from his post of duty.

A WASH DAY FANTASY.

My mamma says they're spider webs,
All sparkly with the dew,
And mamma's right, she's always right,
And what she says is true.

But they're so weensy, and so soft,
And white, that just for fun,
I call them fairy baby clothes
A-drying in the sun.

--_Frederick Hall in "Little Folks."_

When Pussy Was Shocked

By Jean Ford Roe

Perhaps you think nobody can shock a cat. But just wait.

This particular Persian kitten was only six months old, and nearly as
big as he could ever expect to be, and he was a beautiful creature to
look at--all black except his white mittens, boots, nose and
shirt-front, as a Persian cat ought to be; and he had a cunning tassel
in each ear, and a great plumy tail like an ostrich feather